"I don't know where you got this thing. But trying to use it as evidence is really..." The vice dean did not finish, but he had already made his meaning clear.
Both the paper and the ink used to write on it were perfectly ordinary. How could anyone prove that it had once appeared on the Underground Mercenary Guild's noticeboard? Even if mercenaries really had seen it, they would never admit it. And even if they did, what would that accomplish? Anyone could casually write something like this. What use was it?
"Huo Hai, I agree with the vice dean. This really isn't much use. We understand that you want justice, but something like this..." Tan Wu frowned, clearly not optimistic about Huo Hai's chances either.
Yet Huo Hai gave a faint smile. "So, as long as I have sufficient evidence, you gentlemen can get me justice?" His words made the vice dean frown. What exactly was this boy thinking?
Before anyone else could speak, the head of the disciplinary office shouted, "Boy, as long as you can produce enough evidence to convince us, we'll get you that justice. But if you can't, don't blame us for being harsh. Obediently go investigate those death zones, and stop spouting useless words here." The disciplinary chief had the fieriest temper of them all.
Huo Hai looked around. Though the disciplinary chief's words were rather heartless, the others shared his meaning. Investigating the death zones would only benefit anyone in the Southern Cloud Kingdom—unless they were on the Demon Spirit Masters' side.
Finally, the vice dean nodded as well. "As long as you can produce evidence, I can make the decision to seek justice for you." He did not believe Huo Hai could find any evidence either. To be honest, finding this notice